Formless, nameless
We are sinking
Into the space below and out of time
You walk to me
And dreaming, I answer you
So quiet,
My name upon your tongue
And you are the one to whom all things are whole
Within the space of which all things come,
To heal
And be healed
Where love relinquished may be found
And found items, people
Released
For never will they wander far
From peace, such calming mirrored
Silvered peace
As this . . .